Nathan laid there, waiting for the effect of that damn shock he took to wear off when the doors to the cell opened and a new guy walked in, along with chuckles. "hey, dont talk to her" when they spoke to Isabel, before he was dragged out into the cell block for all to see.  groaning he turned over, and was about to push himself up to stand after he was dropped.  "i've got a name you walking phalluses" he'd be damned if he was going to just be referred to as just a number.  and then he was hit in the side and his arms gave up and a he fell to the floor again, groaning as he coughed in pain.  but the pain wasnt over, as he kept coming, with each word he was hit with the baton, harder then the previous. 

 doubling up, his body moving into the fetal position Nathan groaned on the floor, pain shooting through every inch of his body as he rolled over onto his back, staring through watering eyes up at his one that liked to hear himself talk. it hurt to breath, it hurt to blink. his whole body felt on fire.  he was pretty sure they'd kill him and not think twice about it, but still, didnt mean he was going to be anyone's bitch, least of all here.    at the question that was asked right in his face.  Nathan, fighting through the pain laughed up at the man "i knew a bitch in forth grade named Bessie that's hit harder then you" before he spat in the man's covered face.  "my drunk old man beat on me harder.. if thats all you got" laughing. "you should go take some lessons somewhere.. your dismissed" waving his hand, weakly but still managing to wave it in a dismissive manner.  "you'll have to kill me.  cause i didnt let my drunk ass old man break me, and i sure as shit wont be broken by you or Chuckles or the one on the loud speaker with the superiority complex break me" he meant Broken in the psychological way, cause he was pretty sure something was broken in the physical one.